Khu Ioduan

[So there's some kind of sickness going around, causing paranoia and hallucinations. Zelos is pretty sure he's been on the receiving end of some of it by now. But being sick is being sick, it happens, and who cares that Aifaran's weird Dreaming flavour of sickness means seeing dead people around every corner? There's something much more important he wants to talk about here.]

What's the deal with the Dreamfolk talents? You know, those tattoos we get that are supposed to give you some weird new power? Yeah, those. Does everyone else know what they got? Is there anyone else out there who just doesn't get it? And hey, for those of you who get it --

[Simmering irritation boils over.]

-- how the hell did you figure it out?

[Yeah, someone's a little bitter.]

[Zelos is Not Happy.

There's a very good reason for this. Those who knew Zelos 566 years ago can probably guess what it is. For those who can't, enjoy video of a grumpy redhead on your screen, impatiently adjusting the camera view so that you can see all of him.

He snaps his fingers.]

Hey. Giant turtles. I know you're out there somewhere. What's the big idea!?

[Glare.]

This is your idea of helping? I ask to go home, and you put me on hold for 500 years? What's the point of that? What kind of omnipotent turtle can't even send one handsome guy back across countless dimensions so he can help his friends save the world!?

[Bad service, that's what it is. Bad service.

Whether or not the giant turtles are at all capable of processing the message, it looks like just getting the anger off his chest helps Zelos calm down; he audibly breathes out, runs a hand through his hair, and shakes his head.]

Did this happen to anyone else? Raine, Sheena, Kratos? You guys still here?